Issue Eight

My mom is a born runner. As a girl, she would take the bus to school and gaze out the window imagining herself running alongside it. She had a scrapbook stuffed full of newspaper clippings about her idols Roger Bannister, Betty Cuthbert, Diane Leather, and the like. When she grew up she continued to run even though she often endured unwanted comments and stares from people who felt running was not a lady-like pursuit. Yet she persisted; even on the hottest, coldest, rainiest days she was compelled to get out the house and run… More